A Spirit Bloomed
In whispers of the dragonfly, beneath the azure sky,
where bonds of kin unite and hold, in love’s eternal tie.
Though parted by a veil unseen, her spirit lingers nigh.
In laughter’s echo, soft and sweet, our sorrow dares defy,
cherished moments in the heart, where her joys reside.
In whispers of the dragonfly, beneath the azure sky.
Her essence in the gentle breeze, in every tear we dry,
a comfort in our grief’s embrace, where memories abide.
Though parted by a veil unseen, her spirit lingers nigh.
Each pickle’s tang, a memory, a smile through the sigh,
a presence felt, though unseen, by our loving side.
In whispers of the dragonfly, beneath the azure sky.
In life’s grand dance, we come, we go, under the watchful eye,
her absence a silent space, yet filled with joy and warmth inside.
Though parted by a veil unseen, her spirit lingers nigh.
In this cycle of life and death, our spirits never die,
a journey shared, a path ahead, with love as our guide.
In whispers of the dragonfly, beneath the azure sky,
though parted by a veil unseen, her spirit lingers nigh.
Drew Frederic